As I mentioned a while back, I went to the OB/GYN doctor on the fourth of August. He ran some blood work to see my progesterone, FSH and LH levels.They all came back showing the classic signs of PCOS. But, I have a great doctor and he is determined to get me ovulating regularly. He says I obviously don't have a problem getting pregnant, since I've been there twice before, it's just my ovulation is out of whack. Yes, I said twice before. In February we found out that I was pregnant again, four days later I lost it. I was only five weeks along. We didn't tell our families just a few close friends. Anyway, after the test results came back my doctor started me on Metformin. I've heard of women with PCOS taking this because of insulin resistance and it helps them to regulate, but he told me that it would help decrease the risk of a miscarriage. So I started that on the eleventh. Aunt flow decided not to show up this month so he prescribed me Prometrium (progesterone hormone) to induce the monthly visitor. I started that on the thirteenth. I've been on this before to induce aunt flow so I could be put on birth control and let me tell you, you don't want to be around me, I get pretty..well...hormonal I guess you could say lol.Last, but not least is the Clomid! yay! I start the first round tomorrow, day five of my cycle. I take it through days five and nine. Than I get more blood work a week or so later to see if everything is working. So of course being the freak that I am I set out and have Googled for the good part of last night about success stories on Clomid and how many rounds it usually takes. I have read about women getting pregnant on round one, but the most promising so far is the third it looks like. But, I'm hoping since I don't have a problem getting pregnant that it will be the first round.Everyone keep your fingers crossed!
As the year mark inches closer I find myself thinking about the night that I went to the hospital. I find myself thinking about the moment she was born. I find myself thinking about the moment the doctors told me there was no hope. I remember when my OB told me that she was coming and I just looked at my husband who was just looking back at me. I was totally frozen. I don't know if I was in shock or if it was from the pain medication that was flowing through my system. All I knew, was that it was too soon. I remember them telling me that she was measuring smaller than what they originally thought she was. They told us that we had a choice. A choice to hold our daughter while she left this world or they could transfer her an hour away to another hospital. But, they did not believe she would survive the ambulance ride. I was frozen. We sent her an hour away. My husband went along and I stayed admitted into the hospital. Somebody who is reading this right now is probably thinking, ...
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ReplyDeleteThanks for keeping up with my blog all this time. I think of you often after reading your story (I read it long ago and have - sort of creepily I suppose - checked in on you to see how you were.) Sometimes there's just nothing to say that will mend things if you ask me. Anyhow, I am wishing you the very best, most successful happy and beautiful pregnancy you could dream of!
xo, best wishes, Heather